Chapter 1966: He'll Be Babysitting for Me in the Future

Is it Bo Yanching?

She must have borrowed the influence of Third Brother, wielding his power to make things convenient for herself. How else to explain why those articles couldn’t be published?

“Don’t leave!”

Nan Jiaojiao pushed the door open.

Song Yuan threw off the quilt and got out of bed, hurriedly slipping only one foot into her slippers. She fixed her gaze on the back outside the door, “You don’t have permission to leave, come back and explain things to me!”

“It’s you, isn’t it!”

“Ah!”

The caregiver came out of the bathroom, carrying a basin of hot water, intending to wash Song Yuan’s feet. Upon coming out, she saw the person who was lying in bed hopping around on the floor. The caregiver was both anxious and excited, nearly dropping the basin, but realizing she’d have to clean up the spilled water, she quickly placed the basin down, ran over, supported Song Yuan back into bed, and forcibly laid her down.

“What are you doing!”

Song Yuan pushed her hand away, “Don’t touch me with your wounds!”

The caregiver contemptuously showed her teeth.

As if she enjoyed it.

“Didn’t you injure your leg? If you make big movements like that, what if the wound opens up? It’s almost time for the doctors to get off work. It’s a hassle to call the doctor on duty.”

The caregiver closed the door in passing.

Song Yuan leaned onto the pillow, “You, go and get Nan Jiaojiao back for me.”

The caregiver took a moment to realize who Nan Jiaojiao was, then immediately realized it was the benefactor who paid her.

She didn’t want to move, “Why chase after her?”

“I told you to chase, so you chase. Why are you saying so much nonsense!”

“That’s not gonna happen, you know. She’s been taking care of you all day. Can’t she go home at night? Besides, she paid me to take care of you. I’m not your maid, so don’t boss me around.”

“You!”

Song Yuan was almost infuriated to death. Where did such a country bumpkin come from, dressed so sloppily and speaking so crudely, just a rogue? Where on earth did Nan Jiaojiao find someone like this to disgust her on purpose!

“Let me wash your feet then. You’ve been lying down all day. You must be sweaty.”

“Go away!” Song Yuan felt disgusted to death, “What makes you think you’re worthy to touch me?”

“… Fine, no wash if you don’t want it.”

Why swear at people.

As if she thought she were a princess or queen with such arrogance.

What a waste of this basin of hot water, she could only throw it away.

The caregiver picked up the basin, headed towards the bathroom, and couldn’t hold back from muttering softly, “So, you can actually get up. I thought you were paralyzed. Lying down all day without moving, just opening your mouth to boss people around…”

“What did you say, speak louder!”

Song Yuan was furious.

The caregiver didn’t want to provoke her, quickly went into the bathroom, and closed the door too.

Downstairs.

Han Chuan deliberately waited by the elevator, leading Nan Jiaojiao out after picking her up.

The car door opened, Bo Yanching was already sitting in the back seat, looking at a tablet, with several documents on his lap. The wind lifted by the opening door flipped a few pages. He looked up, “You’re here.”

“It’s just a few steps, and you had Han Chuan come pick me up. Such a hassle for him.”

Han Chuan had just gotten in the car and hearing this, he was almost moved to tears. Young Madam is so considerate, caring about him so much.

But with the Young Madam’s next sentence, his heart instantly dropped to the ground.

“In the future, he’ll also need to help pick up and drop off my kids. Don’t make things too hard for him, otherwise, he’ll feel resentful when he’s helping me with the kids!”

Han Chuan???

Does she not mind saying such things in front of him?

Bo Yanching organized the documents and handed them along with the tablet to Han Chuan, and the person in front swiftly raised the partition in the middle.